Photographer's Note

...between the platform and the train.

Or so says the sign on the left of this violin player.
I can't remember exactly what she was playing. Something moving and inspiring, with rather sad inflections. A fleeting feeling, nothing more...
At least nothing written by Vivaldi, who seems to have become the favorite composer of many string players in the métro.

She was definitely not fitting in the compulsory cheerful mood most people are required to be on new year's eve.

She was there, all by herself with her instrument in the nook of her shoulder, ignoring the passing trains on a 3-4 minutes interval, no longer seeing the clothespins holding her sheet of music, concentrated on the notes and the movements of her hands, the violin case open for some hypothetical coins nearly no one was giving her...

Ghosts in the machine... cogs in the machine...
Which silhouette is the most tragic?
The one who sits still, who may be heard but whose presence is rarely acknowledged... or the one who's moving fast, possibly seeing but not stopping long enough to really care?

Such is life, some say. And mind the gap...

Lens distortion correction, slight tweak with curves to bring out some light

underground travel ‹- you are HERE! -› above ground

(Opéra métro connection)

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